I know I haven#t had the best history with making a RWBY story, it's probably as bad as my attempt at making a DC New 52 story crossover between Marvel and DC or something, but... fuck it, I'm hoping to get something successful from this time.
So yeah, I've brought back Remnant's Devil Hunter, and I intend to see it completed whether or not I take an big canon change with it near the end. Actually, I'm still working it out. But anyway, this is a Devil May Cry/RWBY crossover in which my OC Drake Redgrave finds himself going from Earth to Remnant, where he ends up going to Beacon Academy alongside Team RWBy, joins them as Team RRWBY (The second 'R' comes from Redgrave), and also falls in love with Yang Xiao-Long.
Hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry or RWBY. I only own the OC Drake Redgrave.
Walking down an empty street was a seventeen-year-old male teenager. The teen had short white hair in a faux-hawk like style
His attire consisted of red pants with two black belts wrapped around his right thigh, a black, leather belt, black gloves, and high, black boots. He also wore a hooded long coat with Western and Italian features, that was a deep red, almost crimson color. The coat is short-sleeved, with numerous gold-colored studs decorating the shoulders, collar, and chest, with a single zipper on the front. While underneath the coat, he is wearing what appears to be a black long-sleeved shirt, with a red vest with black clasps over it.
This was Drake Redgrave, a half-demon who slays demons.
Turning down an alley, Drake went down a set of stairs, arriving at a door at the bottom and entered inside the now revealed bar. The bar was mostly empty, aside from the bartender and three of guys playing a game of poker.
Sitting at the bar, Drake clasped his hands in front of him.
"What'll it be?" Asked the bartender, cleaning a glass.
"Strawberry sundae." Drake answered, with the bartender chuckling as he turned to face him.
"This is a bar, kid, no place for someone like you." Stated the bartender.
"Really? Just trying to sweeten up the air in here, it smells like shit, or more like, blood. And that's fine with me." Said Drake, as the bartender stopped cleaning his glass.
"Cause what I'm interested in, is this rumor I heard. They say that somewhere around here, there's a bar, more like a dive, a place where they'll take someone's life in place of money. Kinda scary." Drake stated, looking over his shoulder when one of the players snickered
"Sorry, forgive me pal." Said the player.
"Royal straight flush, is it? Playing a hand like that could kill a guy." Said Drake, before looking forward, while reaching into his coat, while the player set down his cards and stood up.
"How about, I buy you a round!" He said, walking towards Drake, only to be met with the end of a black handgun pointed at him, before he was shot in the forehead.
The guy's body flew back with blood flying out of the bullet hole, but rather than dying, a monster seemed to burst out of his body and charge at Drake.
Ducking under the attack, Drake slid back, just as the other two players also transformed into monsters, as well. Pulling out a second handgun, being white in color, and shot the two monsters three times in their heads, reducing them to bloody paste.
Going to aim at the first monster, Drake gave a small grunt, when it suddenly lunged and bit his arm.
"Not bad, Mr. Royal Flush." Drake stated, dropping the gun in his free hand and held his now free hand out.
Immediately, a large demonic sword fell out of the sky, crashing through a skylight. Grabbing the blade, Drake swung the sword and sliced the monsters ahead off.
The sword was massive with a heavy double-edged blade, notched on both sides near the tip. The grip is plain, but the guard is skeletal, with a skull-design on each side leading to the rib cage from which the blade emerges; on one side of the blade, the skull is that of a human, while the other uses a horned demon skull. The crossguard looked to be the bones of the arms.
This was Rebellion, a sword given to Drake by his father, Sparda. (AN: It's the DMC 4 design of Rebellion, awakened)
With the monsters dead, Drake sheathed his sword on his back and holstered his guns. Walking up to the door, Drake paused for a moment, before drawing his sword again and stabbing it through the door, with the bartenders body falling through the window not a moment later.
Pulling his sword out, Drake opened the door, stepping aside, as the boy fell to the ground.
"Next time you open up shop, don't forget to add strawberry sundae's to the menu." Drake said, walking up the stairs.
However, before he reached the top of the stairs, another monster emerged from the bartenders body and lunged at him. Though before it could reach him. Drake spun around with his guns and aimed them at its head.
"Jackpot!" Drake said, smirking as he pulled the trigger.
BANG!
Within the Residential District of Redgrave City, there was a large stand-alone building with a bright red neon sign of the entrance and the silhouette of a woman with guns.
The sign read "Devil May Cry".
The interior is a square-shaped room, resembling a studio, with wooden floor and plaster walls, while having wooden panels on bottom part. Looking from the entrance, there is a set of simple stairs on the left, leading to a landing that spans the entire back wall and acts as a living area. Underneath the landing is a white fridge, a couple of couches and large speakers. On the left side is also a pool table, while on the right side of the room, in the corner, is an antique jukebox, with a set of drums and an electric guitar next to it.
In the back right of the room is a nook with a bar in the corner, another "Devil May Cry" neon sign above it. There were also numerous monster trophies hanging on the wall, along with unique looking weapons.
In the back of the room, was a slightly elevated wooden platform, with two stairs and a carpet. On the platform, was an antique wooden desk and a chair, with a large round and wide column behind it, which acts as a support for the landing above it. On the desk was a picture of a beautiful woman, with long bright blonde hair and hazel eyes, blue with green around the center of her iris, and there was an old-style rotary phone next to the photo.
Drake sat behind his desk, after having returned from completing his job. He was reading a newspaper about the latest shit going on in the world when he heard the door open, and looked up to see a man had entered.
It was a middle-aged African American man, wearing a suit and a fedora. This is J.D. Morrison, a normal human that brings Drake most of his jobs, along with acting as a chauffeur... at least that was until Drake had bought himself a vehicle to drive around in himself, since he can't always rely on Morrison to drive him everywhere.
What he lacked in any supernatural powers, he made up for in his resourcefulness and showing no fear in the face of demons.
"You could've at least knocked, Morrison." Drake said with annoyance and an eye-roll while returning back to his newspaper.
"Yeah, I could have." Morrison nodded with a smartass smirk. "But I got a gig for you, so I figured that would make get your attention than me not knocking."
"A gig huh?" Drake put the newspaper down and took his feet off the desk to lean forward. "Anything I should know about?"
"It's cash, up front." Morrison said, knowing that will get his attention right away and he was proven correct upon seeing the interest in the Devil Hunter's eyes.
"Cash up front? This I like." Drake grinned. "What's the details?"
"Some satanic cult stuff been happening around a old warehouse in the city. Demons have been flocking around the area and my sources say that it won't be long before one of them ends up drawing blood."
Drake shook his head with an annoyed sigh. "Humans and their need to prove the supernatural is real, regardless if it means the end of their lives or souls. No doubt these humans have made deals with the demons, probably surrendered their humanity in the process."
Now he didn't kill humans, they were more of a pain in the ass than demons are, but if they surrendered their humanity to become literal demons themselves... then their life on Earth will be coming to an end at his hand.
"What kind of demons have been skulking around and where do I put them down?" Drake asked.
"Some Scarecrows at most." Morrison answered, "The warehouse is in Jersey, about half an hour from where the shop is. I'll pay you when the job's done."
"And how much will I get? Last time, I got paid barely a good amount!" Drake exclaimed, still annoyed at that.
Morrison smirked. "You do realize some has to come out of your cut to pay for the damages you cause, right?"
"You mean the damage the demons cause." Drake corrected with a frown. "Not my fault they want to destroy everything around them, yet I get the blame and brunt of it."
"Because you don't do anything to stop said destruction and even do it yourself to take them down." Morrison retorted.
"C'mon! I'm not that bad!" Drake said, trying to justify himself.
"Oh yeah?" Morrison raised an eyebrow. "That time in Chicago?"
Drake paused at that before scowling. "That building was going to be tore down anyway, I just helped the construction workers get their pay a lot faster."
Morrison shook his head at the kid before getting back to business. "Anyway, if you get the job done without breaking anything in the warehouse, you'll get about five grand, an extra grand if you get it done before midnight."
Drake was silent for several seconds before he smirked. "Challenge accepted."
After grabbing his weapons, Rebellion, Ebony & Ivory, Drake left Devil May Cry and got into his personal vehicle which was a van, but not just any old van. It was made using the same military grade armor and protection as tanks. Meaning he could slam into several cars if he wanted without a bit of damage. He also put a blue neon sign on the side, with it saying, "Devil May Cry." Took him a lot of paperwork and getting a licence before he could officially own and drive the vehicle. (AN: Nico's van from Devil May Cry, though with a few changes.)
But it made getting around easier, and didn't just limit him to his building for clients to come and hire his services in dealing with demonic problems.
The van was built to hold a few people, even had a bed in the back should Drake need to go to sleep for a bit or if he's far from home and won't make it back in a night. There was also an in-built TV with an in-built DVD player, there was compartments for gaming consoles, unlimited free WIFI so he can go on YouTube, Netflix, that Disney+ app, and other things that even he's surprised that his van was capable of having inside it and not look so tight or confined.
If he ever dedicated himself to a life of living on the road, going place to place, then he was all set really.
Anyway, he had just arrived in Jersey.
Most New Yorkers have a very strong dislike of New Jersey, viewing as more of a suburb than an actual state as most of its accomplishments are a result of events that normally happen in New York. So not being from New York originally, Drake was exempt from that stereotype. But he would admit, he preferred the city that never sleeps over Jersey City. However, the Devil Hunter wasn't there to compare the two cities, he had a job to do.
The trip up to Jersey City was uneventful, a little traffic but wasn't exactly a hindrance to the young man as he made it to the old district a little before eleven at night. He could smell the scent of demons close-by, so it seems Morrion was right when he mentioned demons flocking here.
However, it wouldn't really matter too soon as his destination came right up in front of him.
"Guess this is the place," commented the Devil Hunter as he stopped the van just in front of an old warehouse.
The Warehouse was built in the same fashion as many others in the old district of Jersey City. All of them were once used at some point, especially during Progressive Era when the railroad distribution center once dominated the city's Hudson River Shoreline. However, that was many years ago an now, most warehouses were left alone to act as a historic sight. Keyword, 'most'.
Stepping out of the van with Rebellion across his back, Drake shoved his hands into his pants' pockets and made his way towards the warehouse. However, he barely got five steps towards the place when the all too familiar of demonic cackling filled his ears, not just six feet behind him.
Drake casually stepped to the side in time to avoid a giant blade that was swung at him. He then leaped and dropkicked the demon, sending it crashing through the window of the warehouse and he jumped after it, landing with barely even a grunt. He looked to see the demon that attacked was a Scarecrow as it staggered to it's feet. Scarecrows were basically burlap sacks filled with Trypoxylus, unintelligent beetles that originates from the Demon World. Working together, they can animate the scarecrow-like form they use.
The burlap sack formed a Scarecrow's body, which was haphazardly stitched together with multiple other rags. It stood on two wooden pikes, similar to a pirate's peg leg. One arm was made of wood while the other was a massive executioner's blade. Its face had two hollow eyes and a mouth that was stitched shut.
"Looks like this won't be a total waste of time after all." Drake remarked with a smirk before he clapped his hands, getting the demon's attention, and he gave it the 'bring it on' gesture.
The demon said nothing as it made its way towards him, wobbling with each step, dragging the massive sword with it.
In the blink of an eye, Drake drew Ebony & Ivory, and proceeded to open fire on the demon relentlessly, the bullets piercing through the demon's body and Drake watched as it's body began to swell like air was being pumped into it. It continued to swell, blackish liquid sprayed out through the seams before the demon's body burst like a balloon. A spray of crimson turned into crystals the second it came into contact with the air.
One down, many more to go.
Holstering his weapons, Drake turned and proceeded further into the warehouse, knowing he's going to encounter more demons... and a cult from what he can hear up ahead. There was a very faint chanting, unheard or unnoticeable if he was jut a mere human... but being half-demon has it's perks such as enhanced senses like sight, hearing and smell.
After about a minute of walking, Drake came to a larger area. Looking around, he spotted a light switched situated on the wall. Stepping towards it, he flipped the switch.
Nothing happened in the first few seconds, then, like an old generator that hadn't been started in years rumbled to life. Overhead lights flickered for a second before snapping on, illuminating the room. Blinking his eyes, Drake allowed them to adjust as he scanned the room.
It was the main storage area. Numerous crates were stacked upon each other, as well as some barrels. A smell of dust and mold filled Drake's nose.
His moment of levity was cut off when he heard the demonic cackling again. This time, though, it was all around him. On the ground, he noticed multiple burlap sacks that were scattered throughout the area. Then, black beetles skittered out of nearby crevices, around crates, and from a few barrels. More Trypoxylus. Scarecrows came to life, among them were slightly different Scarecrows, ones that had doctor's mask sewn to its face, and the blade that was normally a part of their arm was now replacing its right leg.
"Talk about a welcoming committee." Drake remarked as the demons slowly surrounded him.
"Welcome, Son of Sparda..."
Drake looked up as lights shined on people in the rafters of the room, revealing people dressed in cultist robes with the image of Satan on them. Drake rolled his eyes, of course it was a satanic cult behind this.
"We've been expecting you." The cultist leader said passionately.
'This is so cliché.' Drake thought with an eyeroll as he crossed his arms, standing casually and relaxed despite the fact he was surrounded by demons. "Can't say that's a new one. take it you're behind the shady shit going on here?"
"We are." The cultist leader nodded. "For years we've researched into demonic and satanic rituals, trying to find out how to summon demons and maybe... even control them. You see, Son of Sparda, this world needs balance... it needs to be fixed. Look at it, overpopulation, pollution, war, it's tearing this world apart and unless something is done about it then Earth may very well become a second Hell."
"Like I'd let that happen, and bringing demons to Earth is no better. They want the same thing." Drake said as he eyed the demons around him. "Especially the Demon Lords like Mundus, whose ass I kicked last year."
"A true accomplishment, which solidified the reason why... you should be the ruler of this damaged and broken world once it's restored to it's truest form." The cultist leader said with joy in his words.
"...What?" Drake's eyes widened in surprise. Of all the things he was expecting to be said, that was not one of them.
"Yes! Your father, Sparda, protected humanity in their darkest hour. He turned on his demon brethren, he had the power to rule Earth, Heaven, Hell, the entire Universe... but he didn't." The cultist said. "A foolish mistake on his part. Humans worshipped him as a God, and he could've been humanity's guiding light in the darkness. he could've prevented the problems the world faces right now, the problems that will lead to either humanity's extinction... or the end of the Earth itself. However, since Sparda is not around anymore... his heir, his flesh and blood, his son would be a far more fitting ruler. And once Earth has been saved, we shall ascend to other world beyond this Universe, beyond this dimension, and save them as well. That is the purpose of our ritual tonight, for we have unlocked the doorway to another world. One that-"
Having enough o this annoying bullshit talk, Drake whipped out Ebony and Ivory before spinning around in a circle while firing his guns, shooting down the demons that surrounded him before facing the cultists.
"Consider that an emphatic 'no'." The Son of Sparda remarked.
"So be it." The cultist leader said neutrally, sounding unbothered by Drake's choice, before turning to another cultist. "Deal with him. We need time to open the gateway."
The cultists nodded before several jumped down, and their bodies began to spasm and convulse before their robes and skin shredded, revealing them to have been demons... or humans who gave up their humanity to become demons themselves. Unsurprising, considering how they dabbled in satanic rituals, who knows what they unknowingly surrendered for knowledge and power.
"This party's getting crazy!" Drake grinned as he spun Ebony & Ivory on his fingers. "Let's rock!"
As the demons charged and leapt at him, Drake swiftly did a back-flip and kicked the demon into the crowd. The act pushed several of them back into the air due to the hard impact of the kick.
One of the demons recovered, only to receive the other end of Drake's left boot. The blow sent it crashing towards another group of demons, which sent more flying into the air. A demon tried to slash the Son of Sparda with it's claws, but Drake ducked under it and shot it in the face with Ebony, then did a spinning kick that sent the corpse flying into another crowd of demons. A few crashed into the wooden crates, but the material held thankfully. He could really use that bonus.
Holstering his guns, Drake reached up and grabbed Rebellion in time to block another demon's claws which broke upon it's claws clashing with the demonic sword. Drake then kicked it back before swinging Rebellion upwards, slicing the demon in half in an upwards motion and he watched it fall into two pieces. Drake saw more demons running at him in a circle, intending to surround him on all sides, so he threw Rebellion like a boomerang and watched the massive sword slice through the demons like a hot knife through butter, then he caught the blade effortlessly.
Seeing the once humans-now-turned-demons dead, Drake ran and leaped onto the rafters, running in the direction he saw the cultist leader and a few other cultists go in. If they really were serious about opening a doorway to another world, then he sure as hell wasn't going to let them or any other demon cause destruction to that world just because they can't get Earth.
Entering another room, he saw a group of kneeling cultists before a huge altar, with a portal beginning to open as the leader stood before it, arms spread like he was welcoming it. Narrowing his eyes, Drake jumped over the railing and fired Ebony & Ivory without hesitation, knowing the cultists were demons now. He shot the kneeled ones down as the leader turned with vague surprise on his face as the Son of Sparda pointed his guns at him.
"You think you've won?" The leader scoffed. "Humanity needs a guiding leader, one that shall-"
Drake fired off a shot, and the bullet sailed through the air but the leader dodged to the side only for the bullet to strike one of the artefacts that opened the portal, causing it to start going unstable and sparking out of control.
"No! The portal!" The leader shouted with horror as he tried to fix it.
"It's over, buddy." Drake said casually as he spun his weapons on his fingers, smirking.
The leader turned and glared at him before he shedded his human skin and became the demon before roaring and leaping at the son of Sparda, who merely rolled his eyes and shot the demon through the head, killing it instantly. Drake watched the portal continue to malfunction and knew it'll shut down soon enough, so he turned to leave... only for the portal to start sucking him towards it.
"What the?!" Drake grunted in surprise as he tried to fight back against a force that was trying to pull him to the portal. He grabbed Rebellion and stabbed it into the ground, hoping to hold on enough so that the portal will shut down. Doors and windows came flying and into the portal... even his van came crashing through and went into the portal!
"Oh come on!" Drake shouted upon seeing his van go into the portal. However, the pull got even stronger and Drake was soon pulled along with Rebellion into the portal, which immediately shut as soon as he had entered it.
There was nothing but a quiet, ruined and messed up warehouse by the time the police came to investigate the disturbances reported.
Elsewhere
Drake groaned as he felt pain lacing across his entire body. His eyebrow's furrowing as he felt the hard ground on his back. Slowly, but surely, the hunter's eyes opened, mentally cursing the pain in his ass. He just had to tempt fate with a wish.
"Damn it...," seethed Drake as he sat up, his left hand going to his head, "Fucking bastard portal."
Rubbing his eyes, Drake's eyes finally unblurred, letting him see his surroundings. Upon seeing them, the hunter nearly did a doubletake about where he was. Where he should've been was the inside of a warehouse in Jersey, but instead what he saw was that he was in a lush, green forest. he looked around with a frown, however his frown changed into a surprised, wide-eyed expression upon seeing something that SHOULD NOT be there.
A broken moon...
"What...the...fuck...?"